There's no mistake, I smell that smell
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It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
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The clocks go back, railway track
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Something blocks the line again
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And the train runs late for the first time
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A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red
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Where I heard the news for the first time
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And all the friends lay down the flowers
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Sit on the banks and drink for hours
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Talk of the way they saw him last
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Local boy in the photograph
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Today
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He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
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Past the place they found his clothing
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There's no mistake, I smell that smell
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It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
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The clocks go back, railway track
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Something blocks the line again
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And the train runs late for the first time
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Today
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And all the friends lay down the flowers
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Sit on the banks and drink for hours
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Talk of the way they saw him last
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Local boy in the photograph
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Today
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He's gone away
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Local Boy In The Photograph
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Stereophonics |